He’s the new guy next door. Older, unfairly handsome, with eyes that see way too much.
Every time he gets close, my inner good girl sits up and pays attention.
He’s got that quiet authority, that protective vibe… That Daddy energy.
And he has no idea the prim graphic designer next door secretly craves exactly that.
One accidental peek through his window gives me an eyeful of his very impressive physique. My cheeks burn, but I can’t look away. Later, while watering his plants, my curiosity leads me behind a hidden door . . . into a secret paradise built for someone with needs like mine. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Then he comes home early. He catches me. And our carefully separated worlds collide.
He knows the secrets I’ve guarded, the needs I’ve hidden. And the way he looks at me now? It’s not just neighborly. It’s possessive. Dominant. Daddy.
He wants to give me the rules, the structure, the discipline I crave. Falling for the Daddy next door is complicated. Submitting to him? That’s downright dangerous. Especially when it feels this good to be bad…
